Grimmjow wouldn't know personal space if it gained a physical form and broke his nose. At the very least, the old man's pineapples are safe from any thievery. Fruit doesn't interest the Grimmjow too much.

"Not when you're--" the 'like me' quickly backtracks on his tongue, "--from my family." Granted, 'like me' could have meant anything, not that he wasn't human. Still, though, it felt weird saying it to someone who could've been just a normal geriatric. "Least you still got some spirit in you, I guess."